The Disney Adventure (Sequel to Neverland's Magic)

Chapter 12: Wake Up

In a Dream?

        "Sir, her vitals are becoming dangerously low." Who was that? 

        A different voice, and yet familiar at the same time, answered. "Keep her under, she is our main selling point to the public."

        "If she stays under much longer, she might receive permanent brain damage, or die." The first man tried to reason with the second. 

        "Keep her alive. I do not care if she receives any damage. She just has to stay alive to complete this project. We'll be rich because of her. Richer than any of the others have." Why was this voice familiar?

        "Didn't you hear me? If we keep her under and in the simulation, she could die!"

        "If you are not willing to do your job I can find others that will. There are plenty of people that are lining up to create history and help create stars."

        "Not by destroying them!"

        "The world has changed. It is best if you change with it, or get left behind." That voice. He was from my other nightmare, oh so long ago. The one with the name tag. Walt Disney. "Sedate her more, she's stirring. Do not screw up this miracle, Duck. Or you will go under next."

New Orleans

        "-sleep." Peter finishes saying, and I look up at him, confused. Had I blacked out? I was still standing, but my head was pounding. "Did you hear me?" Peter asked and I furrowed my brows, shaking my head, but wanting to nod. 

        "What?" I whisper slowly, stumbling as I try to take a step, but end up collapsing to the floor, my knees hitting the cobblestone road. 

        "Hey, are you okay?" Hook was by my side, Peter kneeling in front of me. 

        "I- I'm fine, I think...." I trail off, thinking of the voices, of what they had said. "There's... There were voices. Did anyone else hear the voices?" I ask and they shake their heads. 

        "Well, that answers my question." Peter scoops me up in his arms, ignoring my protests. 

        "My head- my head is pounding." I whisper, gripping onto it, as if I could squeeze the pain out of it. "Something isn't right."

        "Our lives never are." Peter states as he begins walking, the others behind him, I presumed. 

        I shake my head. "No, this isn't right."

        "What isn't?"

        "I don't know." 

        Peter actually stops to look down at me. "What happened?"

        "I don't know."

        "Don't give me that crap."

        My father tried to intervene. "Hey! Don't talk to my-"

        "Shut it, Hook." Peter murmured, and suddenly, them fighting, their moods towards each other, that was right. That was the rightness inside something wrong. 

        "You need to wake up."

        I glanced around, looking for the voice, the Duck person. Peter let me go as I stood up, looking around the New Orleans Square, which was empty. New Orleans was barely ever empty. 

        "My name is Donald Duck, and you need to wake up, Bailey Hook. You need to wake up."

        "Bailey..." I whisper, shocked by my own name. I never used it, just B. Hook never called me it, and yet this Donald Duck person knew it. Not even Peter knew it. 

        "Who?" Peter whispered. 

        "I need to wake up...." I repeated the man's words, before a sharp pain struck my brain. I clutched it, squeezing my eyes shut, but it was no use. 

        "You need to wake u-"

        Then, suddenly, it was gone. I opened my eyes and we were surrounded by a giant parade, necklaces being thrown as well as champagne, money, and glitter. Peter pulled me off to the side of the parade, where everyone was standing. 

        "Careful there." He advised with a smile. "Don't want to wander into the parade again, do you?" He asks with the smile still there. 

        "But- but that parade wasn't here...." I mumble, stopping as my own words sounded stupid to me right as they left my lips. "Right. Sorry." I whisper, laughing at myself. 

        I must've started daydreaming and wandered off into the parade. Silly me.

        "After the parade is done, we can sneak behind them and over to the cemetery." Charming says from behind us and I nod. 

        "Good. That's good. I want to get them back." I mumble and Peter wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head as the parade goes by, having some interesting characters in the crowd.